ASSking For Her Blessing

Ryan has the ring, the speech, the nerve. He walks in ready to ask permission. Maude listens, blonde hair catching the light, then leans back and studies him. She likes his manners, yet she needs proof where it matters most. She slips a hand down his zipper, wraps cool fingers around his cock, and strokes until he hardens in her palm. Satisfied so far, she turns, lowers herself onto the sofa, and spreads her cheeks. Ryan spits on his thumb and works it inside her tight ring, feeling her push back. Two fingers follow, opening her slowly, and she sighs when the stretch deepens. He lines up behind her, grips her hips, and sinks his length into that warm, gripping heat. Maude’s breath catches, then steadies as he begins to move. Each thrust tests the question she asked herself earlier. The answer is clear in every moan she gives, in the way her body welcomes every inch, in the hot squeeze that pulls him deeper until neither of them cares about words anymore.